Jon and I tried out a new church this past Sunday; unfortunately, the pastor wasn't there, so we decided to go back for prayer meeting.
So we show up- the obvious novelty in this 50-person church. There was an impressive 15 people there for the mid-week meeting- all old enough to be our parents; most, our grandparents. Of course, Sophie needed to eat as soon as the meeting began, and as there is no inconspicuous way to nurse in such a setting, I went to an unused nursery. As I came back in and sat down, Jon noticed Sophie's face looking red and determined...
He looked at me quizzically- "Has she had her blowout yet??"
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than- PPPTTTHHHSSSLLLBBB...
Yep, you guessed it. LOUDLY. In the middle of the pastor taking prayer requests.
(Did I mention that- for the FIRST TIME EVER- I had chosen to put a shirt and pants on Sophie- without a onesie?)
Just then, I felt something warm and looked down- yellow goo was oozing out of the back of Soph's diaper- pooling on my lap...
Jon, helpful father he is, reached into the diaper bag to get me a cloth to keep our daughter's... uh... you know... from getting all over the pew. I quickly sopped it up off my jeans...
That's when I realized- I was using her spare outfit.
(Thankfully, her sweatshirt emerged unharmed, so she could still wear that.)
Sometimes, all you can do is laugh...
3 comments:
My eight year old, Miss Busy used to do that every time we went out, I'd end up buying her a new outfit and sometimes me one as well.
She filled the bottom of her carseat one time.
Ahh, breastfed baby poop! Nothing like it!
Oh, that sounded like she did it when she was eight, no she's eight now! These episodes always happened during her first 6 months!
(gasp, she'd kill me if she read that!)
You have been officially inducted! One for the baby book!
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